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... ut Wang Xing was indeed gracefully dressed in white.
He carried a bundle on his back, holding a dog in his arms, slowly stepping up the stairs from below.
Tian Lin noticed that as soon as Wang Xing appeared, Bitter Old Man and Auntie Zhu, who were originally meditating, both hastily made way for him.
Only Bai Ye on the ninety-eighth step reached out hand towards the saber at his waist, his gaze towards Wang Xing held a restrained hatred.
Wang Xing had a face as fa ...
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